You came to wander,
And yet all you can do is wonder
How tall the mango tree home has become.
You remember sitting under that tree,
And you remember thinking of the far away places
Which would set your heart afire.
You were sure.
You came to sit on the edge of the Earth,
Surrounded by those things that you
Read about, or saw on TV.
And all you can think about
Are the pieces.
The pieces of yourself,
That you dusted off under that
Red sky that stretched out like a tent on fire,
Underneath that mango tree.
You wait.
The moon hangs,
Silent and watchful,
And cold.
The stars
You watch,
Because you know you should watch.
But you know that
None of them
Will put you together again.
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